Too busy dreaming and a path is formed
while I crash in this clown wagon
going too fast to read stops
Age is not just a number
Dream of running toward a cliff
and stopping just
after
it’s too late
Jerk to wake myself up
Take my hand, honey
Sneak into my cabin car
How’s your heart today?
There’s a chance this stops at truth
for those that hold on tight
We are combining our dreams into one suitcase
Headed for the Keys
Does this track go that way?
Come here, please –
I left my glasses behind.
Help me see the signs.